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I'm not perfect.

I mean, I like to think that I am, but apparently not. Sometimes, I think of faking my death and saying hi to people as they mourn me on my burial day. But who am I kidding? There will be no one to mourn me.

Well, that sucks.

Moving on, you're in my head.

What are you? Who are you?

Why are you in my head? More importantly, how did you get here?

...Are you...?

Oh shit. I'm late. I'm late!

And I'm in the guest room too. Shit.

I untangle her arms from my body. She jerks awake. Oops.

"Sir?" The blonde girl mumbles. Erm, Melany, Melody?

"Uhhh, last night was fun—" I grimace at her— "I need to get going ."

"Hm." She purrs. "When next will we see each other?"

"Hopefully never." I respond, wearing my underwear. "You can ask the guards to show you the way out."

I expect the tears to flow, but this one shrugs and lays back down, covering her chest with the sheets.

"Your loss."

I snort. What makes her think she's so special? More like her loss.

I hurriedly dress up, packing my things with me. I need to freshen up in my room. Damn it.

Shit. Shit. Okay. Maybe you're not even that late, I think to myself as I walk out of my room.

I try my best to keep my smug air in tact as I walk through the halls of the palace. I disregard the servants and the other guards as they greet me. Peasants.

You were once like this, a voice in my head tells me.

Yes, that was before he saved me. And if I'm too late, he will kill me.

The palace will always remain as majestic, I think to myself. Mostly because my portrait is hanging on the wall but eh. I'm not trying to be narcissistic. Though, I do think it deserves more praise. Hm, i should hang it in every village.  Could be used as propaganda. I take a mental note to suggest it during  the meeting.

I take a sharp turn and nearly bump into a servant. He's young, clumsy, lean. I cock my head to the side.

He falls to his knees. "I'm sorry Sir! I didn't mean too."

I bend to his level and tilt his chin up with my finger. His cheeks are wet. He is shaking. I smile. I take out my dagger. He begins to beg.

Peasants, I shake my head.

"Make such a mistake again and your head will be on a pike, you hear me boy?"

He nods, not daring to open his eyes. Just for a bit more drama, I press the cold blade to his neck. "Let me hear it."

"Yes, Sir."

And I laugh. Not one with humor, of course. It's a dry laugh, terrifying. I practiced it as a boy in front of my mirror after he'd hit me. Now, I'd say I've perfected it.

I shove the boy out of my way and continue to the round room. When I arrive in front of the double door, I take in a deep breath, set my face, and run a rand through my dark hair.

I push it open.

The discussion ceases as soon as I enter. The room is wide, airy, round. The windows are the size of the double doors. The red curtains are swept to the side, letting as much light spill in. In the middle of the room, there is a chandelier, the biggest one in the palace, hanging over the round table. The walls are white, floor made of marbles. Simple, yet grandiose.

I bow my head and greet him.

"Your Highness."

I greet the others too, though they don't deserve it. "Your excellences." My voice is bored, annoyed. I see as they exchange glances with one another. Yes, the little brat is here.

"Take your seat, High Guard. We couldn't properly start without you," The King says.

"My apologies, Your Majesty." I bow my head again and take my seat beside him.

"I trust the hunt for the fugitives has some progress?" He asks.

All eyes fall on me. I give a curt nod. "I've got it under control." I pause. "Their escape from prison isn't a complete disadvantage. There are less riots from the villages. I believe they fear the teenagers who escaped. The more we feed the public fear and hatred, the more they bend as we wish."

"He makes a good point," My Second responds.

His audacity! Of course I make a good point. Pretty sure if he cracked his skull open, we wouldn't find any brain in there. He is incredibly stupid. I wonder what pushed the King to name him as my second. I don't even need a Second!

"Is that right Felix?"

"Sir?" I ask. Shit. Pull yourself together!

"The girl— she escaped you?"

How embarrassing. Of course she didn't! I let her go. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

"Not quite." I lie. "I've got her followed. I suspect she wants to join a Sanctuary. When she does—"

"We seize it." My Second completes. Complete Moron.

"Never," I warned. "Ever cut me off again or it's your tongue that I'll cut off. Understood?"

"I apologize, Sir."

It's hilarious watching a man twice your age apologize to you. It makes me laugh.

"I trust you," The King whispers to me. "However, mess up one more time and I will kill you with my bare hands."

I grip my knees to force them to stay still. You're a big boy, Felix. You can fight him off. He can't hurt you anymore.

Lies. He finds ways to punish me.

"We have yet to conclude on a punishment for the prisoners, the last time—"

"Death by hanging," I say.

The lawyer looks to the King. "Your Majesty, surely we won't—" he cuts himself off. Of course we can hang teenagers. We burn down Sanctuaries. Plenty die! How would the death of five useless teenagers change the world?

"When do you plan to capture the fugitives, High Guard, Sir?" The Chief advisor asks me.

As soon as they're done with their purpose.

"When they lead us to the next Sanctuary and reveal the plan of the rising Rebellion," I say instead.

Skies, I can't wait to make her pay for what she did. Slimy little rat. I will make her suffer till she begs for me to end it all. She will regret ever crossing paths with me.

Coward, a part of me sings. You could've killed her already.

No, I'm just waiting for the right moment, I convince myself.

I will kill her. Just like she killed me. Slowly, softly. I touch my blades. Soon, she will pay. Soon.

You probably think I'm wicked, cruel, despicable— and I am. I know I am. But, I did what I had to do to survive. Killed whoever I had to to survive.

You know why?

Because I got killed. But black magic brought me back. And you know who killed me? She did. She made my life hell. Every night I'd cry for my mother, but she gave her life up so I could live. But I didn't know that. I thought she'd left me.

And so every night, I got whipped because I made too much noise in the palace. My back would be burning hot, bleeding, infected. I couldn't lay down or sit. For weeks, this lasted. Eventually, he stopped. But then continued, because he wanted to beat out the black magic. He found out about my abilities. He thought they were demonic— it's why he wants to eradicate the Magis.

One time,I was thrown in the dungeon for a week, I remember. Why? For no reason. He saw I was excelling at training and he ordered that a 13 year old boy be locked in a dungeon for a week with no food.

He hugged me when I got released.

The next day, he strangled me. I woke up in the infirmary. I'd 'fallen'. But everyone saw the mark around my neck.

He broke my finger once too. I was drumming on the table with them. He grabbed my hand, held my middle finger and snapped it in two. I was 14.

He never stopped. He never will.

He gave me the wound right above my cheekbone three days ago. He threw his flower vase at me. Because I was breathing too loud.

So tell me, in my spot, what would you do if you had the opportunity to make the person who caused you pain to suffer?

Tell me you won't do it.

Lie to me.

Say it.

You can't.

Because in my shoes, you would want revenge too.

I deserved to be loved. I was good. I was happy. Till she ruined it and took my life from me! She took my mother from me. Took everything from me!

She deserves to pay, doesn't she?

Tell me that my anger is justified. Tell me!

I didn't want to turn out this way. I wanted to be an accountant, not a killer. I baked for fun, but now I torture for fun.

That's unfortunate. Don't feel sorry for me though . At least I'm sexy.

Well, I think that's enough for today. I might have overshared a tad bit for our first time meeting. It's also going to be the last. I don't like you.

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A/N

Can someone please edit this?

It's midnight, I can barely keep my eyes open, I don't know what the hell i wrote but idk if you can hack please do and edit this🥲 I'm too terrified to read through it but too excited not to post because I've never written anything like this. I just know the punctuation is t e r r i b l e.

Aside from my terrible writing, tell me what you thought of the concept? Even if it sucks ass, still tell me. I won't cry. Probably just a little 😛 but really be honest.

Okay goodnight lovelies.
(The man in the picture is pretty hot no??)